Chapter Sixteen
A sleek luxury car pulled up at the hotel that night. I was expecting Demeter, but I saw masculine legs stretched out in the interior. I rolled my eyes, thinking I’d have to spend the drive fending off the advances of a golden god on the way to Eleusis. Luckily, I didn’t think Zeus would try to maul me with Loren in the car.
But then, Poseidon’s dark head leaned out of the car and reached out a hand. He first guided Loren into the car and then reached back for me.
“I thought you were against air pollution from cars?” I said.
“It’s a hybrid,” he said. “Besides, it would be bad form to take a lady out for the evening and expect her to ride a bike or walk.”
His lips curved up to his cheek, much like the silky locks that rested on his shoulders that begged to be stroked by
